He looked after her as Bubble disappeared. Then at the cup of coffee. He took a sip gratefully. Deku was going to be up all night. He still had to decide on coordinators.
                          
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"YAAAAAWN!"
                          
Izuku slumped over the worn sofa in the apartment. Dang Deku...
                          
He had been up all night. When Deku had finally finished with whatever he was doing, Izuku was too tired to really remember, or care for that matter, Deku announced tiredly that he was done and forced someone else to be present. Mikumo denied it instantly because the main group gave Mikumo the day off from the bakery knowing this would happen.
                          
So, in turn, Izuku got stuck with a gosh darn headache and bones that felt like lead.
                          
"YAAAAAWN!"
                          
He looked at the clock. Ten in the morning... TEN IN THE FREAKING MORNING! That's when Deku got off! Izuku couldn't bring himself to move from his awkward positioning on the couch before drifting off into the sweet dreams of sleep.
                          
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'Where are you, brat!?'
                          
'Tsk... Useless.'
                          
...
                          
'Just a useless Deku.'
                          
'WHAT DID YOU SAY NERD!?'
                          
'If you want a quirk THAT badly, take a swan dive off the roof and hope for one in your next life!'
                          
... 
                          
'Can someone be a hero without a quirk? No, I can't confidently say they can. It's good to dream kid but make sure your dreams are reachable.'
                          
'I deem you worthy of my power. Izuku Midoriya, inherit my quirk!'
                          
...
                          
'YOU, Number One hero, the great All Might! YOU took all my hopes, dreams, and aspirations and threw them out like TRASH!'
                          
...
                          
'OPEN UP YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT!'
                          
'Don't raise your voice at me young man! I'm your mother!'
                          
...
                          
'BRAT!'
                          
'DEKU!'
                          
'NERD!'
                          
'A hero!? HA HA HA HA HA HA!'
                          
'Be realistic!'
                          
...
                          
'Goodbye...'
                          
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Izuku jolted up screaming.
                          
"Woah! Chill dude! It's just us!" Izuku whipped his head around to the familiar voice of Kirishima. He wasn't hung on the couch anymore, rather he was properly laying on it with a blanket and pillow. Only then did he notice that Tsu and Bakugou were there as well.
                          
Bakugou...
                          
'If you want a quirk THAT badly...'
                          
Izuku instinctively froze in front of his childhood tormentor. NOPE! Mikumo quickly swapped places with Izuku. "Kirishima? Tsu? Bakugou?" He noticed Bakugou's eyes widening. SUCK! My makeup! "Woah, dude, I didn't know you had green eyes." "Or freckles, ribbit."
                          
Mikumo shook his head and chuckled. "A- ah right. I was trying out green contacts today. I thought that they'd look cool but they don't really. A- and I usually hide my freckles, I feel they make me look washed out."
                          
Kirishima patted his shoulder. "It's okay man! Are you okay though?" "Yeah," commented Tsu. "You were having a pretty bad dream, ribbit."
                          
Deku nodded violently, immediately regretting it. "Yes, b- but my contacts are bugging me now, let me go take them out real quick." He quickly got up and sped off to the bathroom. He put in his blue contacts and applied makeup to cover his freckles. As he left, the bathroom to go back into the living room he checked the laptop. There was a message from Hisou.
                          
Hisou:
                          
Your friends are worried about you and are coming over so get ready.
                          
<Mikumo has come online>
                          
Mikumo:
                          
That would have been GREAT TO KNOW
                          
Mikumo closed the laptop and entered the living room.
                          
"Say, Mikumo, your hair resembles the QR's leaders a lot, ribbit," stated Tsu. "Just more grown out." Mikumo reached up to feel it subconsciously. 
                          
Right, I was going to get a haircut.
                          
You should leave it.
                          
Why?
                          
It might be for the best to, you know, let it go back to the start...
                          
What do you mean by that, Deku?
                          
...
                          
Somewhere deep inside Mikumo knew exactly what Deku meant, he just refused to accept it.
                          
"You alright Mikumo?" Mikumo looked at Kirishima. He grinned and nodded. "Yes, just thinking. I don't really know what the leader of the Quirkless Re..." "Rejects, ribbit." "Rejects' leader's hair looks like. I'm always busy working so I haven't really had the chance to look into it."
                          
"Oh, do you have another job outside of the bakery?"
                          
He nodded. "Yeah, kind of. Gotta pay the bills, you know?"
                          
"Dude that's so manly!"
                          
Mikumo ignored the piercing red eyes of Bakugou as the four chatted.